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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Faust,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.