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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.