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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.