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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.