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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
the Normal,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.