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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.