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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.