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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.