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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.