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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.