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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.