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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.