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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.