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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Smog,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.