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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.