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 Armenia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.