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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.