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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.