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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.