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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.