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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.