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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.