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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.