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 France and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Fear,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.