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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.