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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.