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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
New Order,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.