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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Can,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
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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.