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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.