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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.