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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.