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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.