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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
UT,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.