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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Index,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.