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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.