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 Dominica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.