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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.