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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 808 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.