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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.