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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.