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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Scion,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.