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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
MC5,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.