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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.