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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.