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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.