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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.