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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.