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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.