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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Minutemen 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.