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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
CMW,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.