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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.