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 Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.