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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Scion,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.