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 Albania and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.