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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.