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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Doors,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.