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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.