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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.