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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Japan,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.