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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
DNA,
The Index,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.