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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.