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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.