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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.