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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Nas,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.