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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.