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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.