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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.