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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.