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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Martian,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.