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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.