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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.