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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.