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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.