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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.