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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Roxy Music 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.