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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.