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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.