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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.