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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.