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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.