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 Congo 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.