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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.