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 Benin 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Technova to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
UT,
X-102,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.