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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.