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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.