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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Suburban Knight 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
UT,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.