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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.