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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.