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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.