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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.