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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Technova,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.