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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.