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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.