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 States and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.