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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Nas,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.