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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.