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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Technova,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.