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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.