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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.