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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.