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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
PIL,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.