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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.