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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.