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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.