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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.