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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.