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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.