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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.