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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.