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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.