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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Inner City,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.