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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.