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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Sparks,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.