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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.