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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.