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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.