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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.