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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.