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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.