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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.