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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.