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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.