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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Nas to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.