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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.