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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.