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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.