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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Index,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.