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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.