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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.