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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Nico,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.