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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.