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 Uganda 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.