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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.