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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.