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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.