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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.