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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.