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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.