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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.