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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.