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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.