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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.