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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.