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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.