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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Organ,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.