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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Japan,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.