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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.