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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Magma,
The Move,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.