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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.