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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.