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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.