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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.