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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.