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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
ABC,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Neu!,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.