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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.