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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.