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 Maldives and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Niagra,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.