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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.