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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.