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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.