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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.