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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.