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 Suriname and from London.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.