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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.