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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.