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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.