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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.