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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.