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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.