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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.