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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.