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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.