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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.