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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.