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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.