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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.