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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.