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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.