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 Suriname 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.