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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
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.