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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Names,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.