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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Smog,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.