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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Television,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
CMW,
The Move,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.