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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.