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 Germany 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.