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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.