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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.