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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.