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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.