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 Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.