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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.