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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Faust,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.