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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Wire,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.