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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.