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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s 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 Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.