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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
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.