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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Roxette,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.