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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Scion to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Index,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.