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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.