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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
DNA,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.