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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Searchers,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.