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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.