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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.