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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.