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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.