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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
CMW,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Move,
Nas,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.