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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.