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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
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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.