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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Can,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Evens,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.