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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 New Christs 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.