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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.