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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.