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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.