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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.