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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.