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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.