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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.