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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.