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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Victims,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.