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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.