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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.