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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.