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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.