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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.