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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.