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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s 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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.