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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.