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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.