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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Technova,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.