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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.