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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Litter,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.