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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.