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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.