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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Vogues,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.