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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Visage,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.