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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.