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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.