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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.