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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.