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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.