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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.