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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.