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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
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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.