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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.