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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.