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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.