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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League 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 grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Make Up,
UT,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.