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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.