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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.