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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.