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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.