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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.