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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.