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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.