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 Finland and from Lille.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.