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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Japan,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.