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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.