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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.