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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.