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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.