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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.