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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.