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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.