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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.