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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.