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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.