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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.