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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.