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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.