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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.