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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
CMW,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.