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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.