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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.