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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.