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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.