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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Skaos,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.