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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 UT to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
New Order,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.