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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.