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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.