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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.