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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
X-102,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.