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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Can,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.