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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.