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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.