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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.