Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
MDC,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.