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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.