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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.