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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.