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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.