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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.