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 China and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.