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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.