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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.