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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.