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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.