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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Visage,
Symarip,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.