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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.