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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.