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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.