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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
UT,
Malaria!,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.