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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.