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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.