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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.