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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Names to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.