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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.