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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.