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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.