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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.