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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.