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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.