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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.