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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.