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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Brick,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.