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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.