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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.