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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.