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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
CMW,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.