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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.