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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.