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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.