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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Nico,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.