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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.