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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.