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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.