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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.