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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.