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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.