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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.