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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.