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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.