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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.