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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.