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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.