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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Index,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.