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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.