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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.