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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.