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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.