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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
EPMD,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.