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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Slits,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.