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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.