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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Organ,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.