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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.