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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Nico,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.