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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.