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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Can,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.