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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Index,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.