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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 DNA to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.