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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Symarip,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.