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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Index,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.