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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.