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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.