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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Faust,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.