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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Nico,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.