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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.