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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.