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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.