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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Can,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.