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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.