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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.