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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.