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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Television,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.