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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.