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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.