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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.