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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.