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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.