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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.