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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.