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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.