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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.