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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.