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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.