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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.