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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Move,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.