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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.