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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.