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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.