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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pole,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.