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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.