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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.