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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.