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 Singapore and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.