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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.