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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.