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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.