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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.