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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.