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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.