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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.