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 Togo 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Standells,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.