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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.