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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Organ,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.