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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.