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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reagan Youth 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.