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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.