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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.