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 Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.