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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Index,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.