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 Germany 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.