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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.