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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.