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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Wings,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.