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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.