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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.