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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.