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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.