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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.