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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.