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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.