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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Q65,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.