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 Japan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.