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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.