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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.