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 Andorra 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.