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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.