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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.