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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.