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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.