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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.