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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Crime,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
The Index,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.