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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.