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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.