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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.