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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Whodini,
John Holt,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.