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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.