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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.