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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.