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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.