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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.