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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.