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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.