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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Gong,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Doors,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.