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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.