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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.