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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.