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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.