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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.