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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.