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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.