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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Index,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
the Human League,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.