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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.