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 London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Unwound,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.