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 France and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.