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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
X-101,
Skriet,
Wings,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.