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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.