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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.