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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.