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 Fiji and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.