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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Roxette,
UT,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.