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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.