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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.