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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.