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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Smoke,
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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.