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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.