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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.