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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.