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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.