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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.