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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Swans,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.