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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.