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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.