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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.