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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.