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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Fear,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.