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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Inner City,
Television,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.