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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.