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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.