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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Victims,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.