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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.