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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.