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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.