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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.