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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.