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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.