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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.