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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Television,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.