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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.