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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.