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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.