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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.