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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.