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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.