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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Index,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.