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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.