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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Can,
10cc,
The Motions,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.