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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Nas,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.