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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
X-102,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.