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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.