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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.