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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 JFA to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.