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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.