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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.