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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.