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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.