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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.