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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 AZ to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.