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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.