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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.