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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
the Association,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.