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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.