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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.