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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Franke,
Roxette,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.