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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.