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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
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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.