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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
CMW,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.