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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.