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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Brick,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
X-102,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.
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.