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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.