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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.