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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.